A Young Wife's Wild Night - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Tiffany Valentine's husband, Vincent Astor, was a bald, well-connected tycoon who seemed to know everyone. Of course he'd have an inside connection at the hospital—not just some passing acquaintance, but an actual social media follower who'd seen all his posts gushing about their perfect marriage.
"Ms. Valentine?" A nurse frowned as we turned down the wrong hallway. "That's the abortion clinic—did you take a wrong turn?"
Tiffany froze, deer-in-headlights, so I jumped in. "Oh! Right, we must've gotten lost—"
She cut me off, smooth as ever. "No, I'm here with my friend. I know someone in this department, so it's more convenient."
The nurse nodded, but her lingering glances said she wasn't buying it.
"What the hell was that?" I hissed the second she was out of earshot.
Tiffany patted my hand like I was the one overreacting. "We're already here. If I say I'm here for gynecology, it sounds like I caught something from sleeping around."
I snorted. "You're paranoid. Reckless when you should be careful, but overthinking the wrong damn things."
She rolled her eyes, muttering about how I "didn't understand" her husband's "far-reaching influence."
"Oh, I understand," I shot back. "You've got nerves of steel—acting bold while secretly terrified, still scheming right under his nose."
The procedure was quick, but Tiffany needed four days of "recovery" to avoid raising suspicion.
Naturally, she dragged me deeper into her mess. "I told Vincent you were the one getting the abortion and that I'm here to support you."
Helpless, I agreed—but only after making her swear to compensate me for my wasted time.
Everything was fine until the second day of Tiffany's bed rest, when her husband stormed into the private suite, led straight to us by a nurse.
He moved too fast for us to switch places.
"So it's true." His voice was ice. "Someone tried blackmailing me, saying they had dirt on you. I didn't believe it—just stayed suspicious enough to keep my distance. But you actually cheated."
Tiffany's tearful denials didn't faze him. Divorce papers hit the bed before he demanded her signature.
I glanced at her hollow expression. Another divorced woman in the world.
The second he left, she exploded—sobbing, cursing, swearing Dominic Richter had ratted her out.
"This is his fault! I won't let him get away with it!"
I let her vent, biting my tongue. I'd been there once—blaming everyone but myself.
When she finally calmed down, I laid out the facts, urging logic. She nodded like she got it.
She didn't.
Before fully recovering, she marched straight to Dominic's wife and exposed his affair.
Her twisted logic? If her life was ruined, so was everyone else's. Fair was fair.
The fallout was instant. Dominic's marriage imploded.
He called Tiffany nonstop. She ignored him. Frustrated, he turned to me.
I expected rage. Instead, he barked out a laugh.
"I have oligospermia. The odds of me getting someone pregnant in one shot are next to zero. Tell Tiffany to double-check whose kid she really aborted."
"Ms. Valentine?" A nurse frowned as we turned down the wrong hallway. "That's the abortion clinic—did you take a wrong turn?"
Tiffany froze, deer-in-headlights, so I jumped in. "Oh! Right, we must've gotten lost—"
She cut me off, smooth as ever. "No, I'm here with my friend. I know someone in this department, so it's more convenient."
The nurse nodded, but her lingering glances said she wasn't buying it.
"What the hell was that?" I hissed the second she was out of earshot.
Tiffany patted my hand like I was the one overreacting. "We're already here. If I say I'm here for gynecology, it sounds like I caught something from sleeping around."
I snorted. "You're paranoid. Reckless when you should be careful, but overthinking the wrong damn things."
She rolled her eyes, muttering about how I "didn't understand" her husband's "far-reaching influence."
"Oh, I understand," I shot back. "You've got nerves of steel—acting bold while secretly terrified, still scheming right under his nose."
The procedure was quick, but Tiffany needed four days of "recovery" to avoid raising suspicion.
Naturally, she dragged me deeper into her mess. "I told Vincent you were the one getting the abortion and that I'm here to support you."
Helpless, I agreed—but only after making her swear to compensate me for my wasted time.
Everything was fine until the second day of Tiffany's bed rest, when her husband stormed into the private suite, led straight to us by a nurse.
He moved too fast for us to switch places.
"So it's true." His voice was ice. "Someone tried blackmailing me, saying they had dirt on you. I didn't believe it—just stayed suspicious enough to keep my distance. But you actually cheated."
Tiffany's tearful denials didn't faze him. Divorce papers hit the bed before he demanded her signature.
I glanced at her hollow expression. Another divorced woman in the world.
The second he left, she exploded—sobbing, cursing, swearing Dominic Richter had ratted her out.
"This is his fault! I won't let him get away with it!"
I let her vent, biting my tongue. I'd been there once—blaming everyone but myself.
When she finally calmed down, I laid out the facts, urging logic. She nodded like she got it.
She didn't.
Before fully recovering, she marched straight to Dominic's wife and exposed his affair.
Her twisted logic? If her life was ruined, so was everyone else's. Fair was fair.
The fallout was instant. Dominic's marriage imploded.
He called Tiffany nonstop. She ignored him. Frustrated, he turned to me.
I expected rage. Instead, he barked out a laugh.
"I have oligospermia. The odds of me getting someone pregnant in one shot are next to zero. Tell Tiffany to double-check whose kid she really aborted."
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